" With that, she strolled out of the room in front of him. And all he could think of was she was wearing no panties under that skirt. He admired the w...y her full round ass smoothly slid from side to side as she stepped out. He shook his head, noticed he was half erect, and followed her like a buck in rut.He did try to mingle with his board co-members. Tried. But his attention was constantly on Jules. Where was she? Who was she talking to? Where were those panties? He caught glimpses of her. Looking down, I saw that she was not comfortable and I let her lead me a few feet away. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked, quietly. ‘That painting was just disgusting.’ She shook her head. ‘Artistic, yeah, but disgusting none the less. Allen, please?’ Hiding a chuckle, I let her guide us to the next displayed painting. The Museum was not as crowded as some night clubs I’ve been to, but we did have to move around other couples at times. Some of the guys seemed to have the same dragged-to-this look. But then she started thinking.Now that she was eighteen, Fiona was keenly aware that her continued popularity was by no means secure. There were plenty of rivals out there, eager to tap into the demographic of teenage girls with money to spend, and eager for friendly advice from someone their own age: the “big sister” every girl wanted to have. And age was really the key to her popularity. The point would come when Fiona would just be too old, and they’d find someone else to follow. Maybe that. He started the cold shower and stood under it with me in his arms. Then I stood there hugging him. We were both naked under the shower and his built up body was hugging my petite body.Smooching like there’s no tomorrow. At this point, I did not even care of my Mehendi which had already dirtied the bed.He took some soap and started cleaning the oil off my body. Rubbed the soap on my back, then legs and then boobs.I hugged him tight with my soapy boobs rubbing on him. Took some soap in my hand.